I'm at the bottom of the ocean standing hopeless
showing signs
That if I had a bottle of your decisions I'd drink them up
and forget mine
I would let you break my bearing
Drag me down until I sink
You would flood all of my airways
while you pushed me past the brink
And i'd allow it.
It's such a beautiful despair
The way you replace all my air
You soak up every living piece of me
and I concede without a care
Chained and locked away
there's no time left for desperate measure
I'm standing at the bottom of the ocean
Like your forgotten buried treasure.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
I sit here miles away from my heart.
Typing and deleting, typing and deleting, these pointless words into this phone.
And for the first time in a long time I'm experiencing something new. A weight, this tiny little phone feels like a cinder block and as crazy as this sounds I think what I'm feeling is all this pain I'm causing you. At the edge of my fingertips, and this phone is you, it's the pain, it's my regret, it's the only thing I have to bring myself to you.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Too often do we fall in love off the rim of a bottle
Masking & Diluting the putrid tastes with something sweeter
Drinking each other in, more and more
Letting it consume us till finally
A sickness overwhelms
The memories turn to black and you get sick of the taste
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
I can’t pop bottles in the club or make it rain on these hoes
I can’t fix the pain you’ve experienced
I can’t promise that what I give you is enough
But;
I can give you my time
I can give you my daydreams and my goodnights
I can give you my hands; you can have them to hold you, to write melodies of your indulgence at my fingertips
I can give you my lips, to trace the creases on your body, to speak love songs about your intellect
They will always remind you of your beauty and your importance
I can give you my company, to fill the space between the heartaches, and the congratulations
You will always know that you are my definition of beauty. you are always worth it. You are endlessly loved
I can’t give you the world.
But;
I can give you my world.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
You are a day dream
taking captive of my mind freeing me to get lost in whatever story we decide
a body provoking my hands to embrace every inch of you
and my lips to write love poems up your thighs
You are beyond compare
you sparkle brighter than the diamond beneath your ear
and you cut twice as deep
you are a divine love
with poise and seduction that radiate from your soul
And in any lifetime, no matter how far, I would find you.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Oh. I wanted to taste you
But I've got a bad habit of keeping you in the back of my throat
And I haven't figured out how to keep you from slipping into my chest
I wanted to leave bite marks on your neck and hand prints on your ******* soul
Oh. I shouldn't have ****** you.
Because I knew you could become the Sun
So beautiful and full
Too tempting not too touch and impossible to hold onto
I know the rays sunshine in your eyes that convince me the poison in your words tastes like sweet honey
Could be all I ever wanted.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
I'm starting to wonder whether love is an emotion or a train of thought
Whether we love to make the day brighter or we love because it's the only thing left to not go out of style
Because My eyes reach for the prettiest girl in the room and my hands find a way to tear every part of the sentiment out of my body when they get a taste of you and I don't think that has anything to do with my emotions but my hellish thoughts might.
Or maybe, it's a bit of both. Because you can love someone with all your being but still break a heart. And you can dim the light inside your emotions so it is too hard for anyone else to see but still cry when nobody wants to take a closer look. Your heart could be in all the right places but if your mind puts the rest of you on top of the wrong place...
Does your heart have any say in the matter?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
I'm not in love, No I don't wish about you all day; but I'm not going to tell her, or her, or her that. They have to believe that I'm there's; and no one else's. So when one of them asks me to write them something, I have to make it sound like I'm in love right? Because that's what they want, they don't want me they want someone to be in love with them. They want the same thing everybody wants, they want the hype. So I give'em what they want.
And No, I don't blame them for wanting it, how could I? They think they love me because I'm so sweet and I listen, because they've been so hurt, they're damaged and they BELIEVE that they want to love me. I'd never hurt any of them. So I'll just lie to them, and let them try to love me until they leave me.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
I can't get you out of my thoughts
even without you in my presence I still find myself at a loss for words
because loving you is indescribable
You make me believe that magic is real, that there are things in this world more beautiful than the first light of sunrise //when I think of you...
I think of your soft hazel eyes and the fact that Moments with you are worth more than gold
And I know it doesn't make sense but you make me nervous. You make the hair on the back of my neck stand up you send my heart into a singing frenzy that my mouth can't make the words for
You inspire my soul to come up with thoughts that my mind can't comprehend and..
I don't think you see why
Now, I want you to take a step back, leave your stress behind, vanquish the dim light you always find yourself under and see yourself -through my eyes
See the infectious beauty that bursts from your smile and feel the love that shutters through my body when your near.
I want to introduce you to what I see every time the taste of your name enters my mind
I want you/ to meet you.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
I wait for you, tell you to put the weight of your pain on my shoulders
-as if I'm not drowning already-
I look at my self in disgust, after discussing and blindly leading you to believe I'm in love with myself
-because what guys isn't right?-
I sit and reflect on all this ******** I drug myself through to keep the heels of your heels clean, romanticizing this reflex I have to catch you everytime you fall
I reign in the pieces of your broken heart every time you're too weak to pick them up, and that would be okay if you weren't so content raining on me everytime you felt cold
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC